When Father An saw the two squirming against each other while naked, he froze. This must be a dream. Yan Zi had been so obedient since childhood. This was impossible.
Just as he turned around, Gu Jun called out at him.
"I'm dreaming," Father An said dazedly. "Dreams are so realistic. I can even hear voices."
In less than a minute, Gu Jun had already put on his pants and was sitting on the bed, fully clothed and lighting a cigarette. "You aren't dreaming. This is your son."
Mother An heard noises, so she came over from the other room. When she saw the man on the ground, her face paled. Her first reaction was to cover the mess on An Xiaoyan's upper body with a shirt.
"What's going on? Aren't you an official? How can you do this?" Mother An's voice was choked, but she still maintained her image.
"Who said bosses can't do this? Your son voluntarily climbed into my bed. Ask him if you don't trust me."
